Why do you say I'm a hypocrite?

Because you're my mom, or my dad?

If it's a joke, isn't it funny?

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't laugh, and I choked in my heart.

There was a girl who had been in the same class with me since elementary school, and we used to visit each other's homes, and because of this, we were always compared to her mother. When I was out of school with her, she said to me: My mother said that you are very well-behaved, very sensible, and hard at studying!

Sometimes I will say: My mother said that you are well-behaved, and that I am a wild girl!

Sometimes it is said, "......"

Later, I learned that I was just one of her mother's comparisons.

In this way, she has to play the appearance that her mother wants at home, and if she doesn't do well, she will be beaten, and often see small bruises on her arms covered by her sleeves. After repeated inquiries, we learned that her mother had beaten her with slippers. In the impression of ordinary students, her mother is generous, beautiful, and very kind and kind to the classmates who know her daughter!

However, her unknown side is so terrifying!

Later, when I was divided into classes, I walked farther and farther away from her, and I couldn't find an intersection.

Actually, I once told her that I was not as good as her mother said, and the other side of me, but you don't know, told her that my mother actually started a surge, like a dominatrix! Tell her that I actually envy her occasionally......

I wonder if she understood? I guess I didn't understand, so, later, we became strangers and became the most familiar people.

Is it that hard for me to just want to be myself?

Do you want to have one, two, three, or more people in front of you who can casually expose your true nature? There will be no accusations, any words that you don't want to hear, there is no distinction between elders, men and women, you are you, I am me, they are all different, brilliant fireworks!

It's like, spanking a fart, you look at me, I look at you, and then laugh it off; Your troubles, my troubles, put together are a joke to remember; You know I have a birthmark on a certain part of my body, and I know you have a cinnabar mole on your foot.